Date: 3/3/1999

A person I know had a dream.  He was walking down a path and was confronted by two tigers.  He prayed to God, and two angels came down from heaven and held the tigers.  Then two more tigers came, he prayed, and two more angels came.  Two by two the tigers and angels came.  The tigers to defeat the power of prayer, the angels to affirm it.  Finally, there were so many tigers and angels that my friend decided to see what he could do under his own power.  So he ran and the tigers attacked.  He awoke before they finished the job.  I told him that this was not a bad dream- this was a Sunday school lesson.  And a very necessary one at that.

And I thanked God with all my heart, that he could see the angels.  How often when the odds stack up against us, do we feel that God has deserted us?  What would have happened if instead of seeing two angels every time he prayed, he saw two more tigers instead?  I'm sure he would have given up sooner and concluded that the more he prayed the worse the situation got.  But that is just not true.  Whatever we are given to deal with, God gives us the grace to cope.  Many, many times, if not most, he gives us just barely what we need to overcome the situation.  But I am sure that God was just as tired of sending the angels as my friend was in calling them- and sooner or later, God would have destroyed the tigers.  Let us all see the angels whenever the tigers come.